Jacob Owens was as dead as a doornail, but he stood at the foot of the bed next to flickering images of rolling tanks, explosions, collapsing buildings, and the broken bodies of lifeless children being pulled from the rubble. Jet after jet screamed overhead.
A white-haired man lying in the bed stared vacantly at the carnage.
Pointing at the destruction, Jacob Owens said, “You could put an end to all this.”
But the old man turned onto his side and shut his eyes. The flickering images faded, and the cacophony of war gave way to the sound of soft snores.
A Christmas Lullaby is my contribution to the 2023 Advent Ghosts Shared Storytelling event hosted by Loren Eaton on his excellent blog isawlightningfall.blogspot.com where you can discover all the spooky tales submitted over the years to Advent Ghosts.
To read a collection of short stories on KelMansfield.com please click here > Short Stories or on the menu at the top of the page.
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